Excellent story telling! I wondered if there was some “truth” as the pleasure boats and floating bones sounded familiar.
I do like the idea that the church bell still tolls the hours. What an eerie sound if alone, and in the fog.
Thank you for participating in the Friday Night Music Prompt “stomp.”

It’s all true! The people who live nearby say you can hear the bell. There are old photographs and postcards of the church tower in the sand. The storms and the damage they did are all recorded. I used to live in the next village along the coast, the remains of the original village that was submerged in the 1950s. The sea has continued to claim stretches of the North Norfolk coastline and I’ve seen it in action – scary but beautifully exciting!

The first winter after I moved up here with my daughter, we were woken in the early hours one Sunday morning by coastguards banging on the door to warn us of possible floods. They told us to dress in warm clothes, take any pets and get to the village hall as quickly as possible. We could hear the storm and watched a stream of villagers going in that direction. But we also saw people going towards the dunes and the lifeboat ramp. So we took our dog and went to watch the storm. The barrier at the top of the ramp was shut, we could see spray flying over it, and there was a police car parked on the ramp. What we didn’t expect was the sea breaching the barrier and tossing the car down the ramp. We climbed the dunes and watched the sea rage until it died down – I still have photos of it!

Oh wow! That was such a vivid picture, and it was powerfully atmospheric and ‘moody’. I especially like the way you trailed it off with onomatopoeia and then the ghostly echo of the church bell. It felt like I was reading a victorian poet…I thought of Tennyson for some reason.